I'm Going to Make This Dream Come True



In your crib you quietly lay.

I knelt beside my bed to pray.



Between the bars I looked at you:

"Lord, make his days skies of blue!"



Now you've gone where dreams

Don't come true.



Now different bars hold you, dear.

"Lord, let this dream change because of a tear!"



Beside my bed I pray tonight:

"Lord, help my son make it right!"



In your cell you quietly lay.

I knelt beside my bed to pray.



I'm going to make this dream come true,

Because, my son, I do love you.

 
 
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